Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 385 Tianwen
Far south, the cemetery.

The mountain is rather low, resembling a tomb, isolated overseas. Looking around, there are many willow and cypress trees, with a heavy yin energy. Occasionally, one can see some grass spirits and wood spirits, most of which are ferocious and terrifying, extremely ugly.

In a cave on the mountaintop, the lights were dim, and inside lay a black wooden coffin, from which a faint, eerie light emanated, and a chilling wind blew across the ground.

A man clad in black feathered spirit armor stood with his hands behind his back before the coffin. His face was as cold and stern as frost, his nose was hooked and sharp, and he stood as steady as a rock, staring at the black wooden coffin.

With the activation of his supernatural powers, a serene blue light emanated, lifting the coffin to reveal a woman lying in pure white water. Only her face was visible; she was slender and her eyes were tightly closed.

Lianhun looked at the woman in the coffin, then turned his hand and unleashed a burst of fire, which shone brightly like the sun and gradually dispelled the yin energy in the area.

He blew a light breath, and the flames fell into the coffin, flying straight into the woman's mouth.

In an instant, the radiance flowed, and pure white water gradually merged into the woman's body, causing her to slowly open her eyes, revealing a pair of deep gray pupils.

"Well? I've gathered everything you wanted. Is this physical body usable?"

The woman in the coffin rose, her slender figure, clad in a long, dark blue dress, cast a shadow on the stone wall behind her, revealing the shape of a nine-headed strange bird.

"It's a tattered body, but we'll make do with it for now."

Her voice was calm as she slowly emerged from the black coffin, appearing somewhat strained and staggering a few steps before regaining her balance.

"Things are bad. The spiritual items of the 'Heavenly Inquiry' path are almost extinct. My clan's treasury only has the [Xianglei Bamboo]. Back then, the Qinghua Sect sent people to beg for it, but I didn't give it to them. Now that I'm using it on you, what more could you ask for?"

"If you look carefully, you'll always find something."

Fu Dong stared blankly at the black coffin before him.

"The 'Heavenly Questions' are almost extinct. How did you manage to cultivate all five methods in the first place? Tian Tuo received the Lesser Yang Daoist Canon, and Kui Long resides beneath Zhen Ze. Isn't that the great master of your Dao?"

Lianhun took a few steps closer, his supernatural aura faintly emanating as he locked onto the woman before him.

Fu Dong merely turned his head, completely unconcerned about the other party's imposing manner, and simply said in a soft voice:
“Each has its own destiny. In the past, the King of Chu, with the help of the divine shaman ‘Tianwen,’ defeated the Xia army several times. Later, the Xia dynasty destroyed the Shangli and eradicated shamanism. My fate was naturally the most tragic.”

"The chariot of the Eastern Lord, which was used to patrol the sun, was melted to fill the waters where the Xiang River Goddess shed tears. The Yunmeng God, who bowed his head, was killed. Feng Bo of the Hong River had his soul extracted and his body suspended. The mountain spirit, Youli, had her face melted with golden evil. The Luoshen, who was used to perform rituals, was punished by being burned by yin fire."

“I have said that there is no great person in office now, you are mistaken.”

Lianhun's gaze was deep and unfathomable, fixed solely on the woman's face, as if trying to discern the truthfulness of her words. After a short while, he said coldly:
"Even if it weren't for 'Heavenly Questions,' didn't the great figures of the Wood Virtue Dao Sect value you? They allowed you to travel so freely in the South China Sea, to remain unperturbed by the questions posed by the Holy Land, and to show no alarm to the Eastern Han Dragon Kingdom."

"If the remnants of the Heavenly Monk Little Saint were to reappear in the world and return to normal like you, the South China Sea would probably be overturned."

How do you know he hasn't recovered?

Fu Dong's voice finally showed some fluctuation at this moment, and he simply smiled and said:

"Donghua is incredibly powerful, involving countless lineages and practically occupying all the Yang positions. The [Returning Daoist] still had traces of him hundreds of years ago. Do you think you can act recklessly just because you belong to the Dragon faction?"

"Back then, when the True Lord Jian Sui left Donghua and warned Donghan, causing the dragon horns to turn into wood, did the Dragon Lord have any means to resolve it? In the end, he still waited until Donghua closed down, compiled the clan's secret history, and severed this memory."

Her words seemed to carry a hint of sarcasm towards the Eastern Han Dragon Clan, and as she revealed this secret history, Lian Hun frowned deeply. "Although this lord was called a True Lord, he later ascended to immortality, so it was only natural that he subdued Eastern Han."

Fu Dong shook her head slightly, unwilling to discuss these matters. Although she was only at the Foundation Establishment stage, her current aura was no less imposing than that of the Soul Refining cultivator. She simply said indifferently:
"I only want those few items from Chu in the past, which should have been mine. I can accept that Fu Chen took them, but as for Dingji Mountain and Chilei Road, ha!"

"You are in charge of negotiating the Tianchi matter. I only want Lingji, whether he lives or dies."

"That Mu Youdu is no ordinary dragon, his bloodline is comparable to the first generation, there is no room for falsehood, and he is also Guangze's own son, so we must take him seriously."

The Yin energy within the Soul-Gathering Eyes shifted, a flash of azure light appeared, and the voice carried a hint of apprehension:

"Can those of noble bloodlines truly cultivate sword intent? The ancient Taiyin Sword Immortal also achieved it with mortal blood, and sword intent is mostly exclusive to humans."

"What sword lineage? We demons don't have one, and there's no sword lineage in the Netherworld. Don't you find that strange?"

The Owl clan has a long history, and its members once held a forbidden position related to wood, so they naturally know many secrets. The way of the sword is difficult for kin to demons, which has been true since ancient times. This Nether Dragon's sword intent is truly terrifying.

Having witnessed the domineering nature of the dragon-like demonic body and experienced the power of the human sword intent, Lianhun, with the combined power of the two, will likely become one of the most formidable figures below the Golden Core stage when he reaches a certain level, and the title of Heavenly Demon is within reach.

"Times have changed. The chaos of the heavens is about to end. It is a rare and great year, comparable to the period after the fall of the Zhou dynasty. Many remarkable figures have emerged from this era."

Her grey eyes were deep and mysterious, and the shadow of the nine-headed bird behind her stretched out even more, appearing majestic and terrifying.

"You've seen Fire Crow's newly ascended Purple Mansion, don't you know what kind of Dao he cultivates? You should still remember that [Jiaoyang] almost swallowed [Tianxiao] back then."

"Back then, the Yang family retreated to a grotto-heaven. How could they be at peace with their fall from imperial lineage to this state? Dragons can still roam the four seas, but crows can hardly see the sun. With the chaos of the heavens and earth, how could this clan sit idly by?"

"That piece of bone in the Demon Refining Tower, though fake, is still connected to my original self, and its cultivation is definitely above mine."

Lianhun sighed, seemingly with a hint of sorrow, and said:

"It's a pity that you've met the Demon King Shangguang. Even a demon like him couldn't protect his own kin. The title of the next Heavenly Demon should have been his."

"The Heavenly Demons aren't all that great either. Bai Ze is too close to humans and too far removed from us demons."

Fu Dong's voice suddenly changed, her tone becoming slightly somber. Within the cave, the soul light shifted, and a chilling wind blew. She seemed to harbor deep resentment towards Bai Ze.

"Let's not talk about these things." Her face flickered in and out of the lamplight, only her gray eyes shone brightly. "Capture Lingji, then check on Tianchi's movements. We also need to contact Huoya and probe slowly to avoid any further changes."

Upon hearing this, Lianhun seemed to remember something and said:

"Among the demons of the South Sea, the one who stole the writings is currently the most powerful. The lineage she cultivates is also unconventional and strange, no less than yours. Moreover, she is extremely close to the Fire Crow. I'm afraid."

"Don't worry."

A smile gradually appeared on Fu Dong's face. He transformed into a ray of blue light and disappeared back into the black coffin. He closed the coffin lid, leaving only a voice coming from the crack.

"When I have supernatural powers, I will go to see her in person."

(End of this chapter)